Sorry for all the rambling upfront. It has gotten a little long. I don’t know how to put it otherwise but I think it gives a little context.
I usually don’t remember my dreams, fragments at the most and I have never in my life been that affected by one. This dream however had me waking up at 2 a.m. grabbing the mattress white knuckled and breathing heavily. That dream had real emotions, smells, worries, doubts and nearly unbearable excitement.
Secondly I am not usually one to share my insides with the world or even the people around me. Nor have I ever in my life written anything… and on top of all that english is not my first language. But somehow I feel the need to share this. For me It’s a true story about deeply rooted affection, caring, sadness, doubt, respect, consent, overwhelming hunger